Deep Ink Some things whitewash will never cover streaks made by bloody fingers sliding down a wall thick scars from clumsy stitches closing up a wound marks you wear forever signatures of battles fought under cover of darkness-- of custom or indifference signs left for those who know how to read the hidden text overwritten by a more acceptable mythology who know hard truth like bones beneath the flesh eventually outlasts all disguises Mary McCarthy Mary McCarthy has always been a writer, but spent most of her working life as a Registered Nurse. Her work has appeared in many online and print journals, including Earth's Daughters, Gnarled Oak, Third Wednesday and Three Elements Review. She is grateful for the wonderful online communities of writers and poets sharing their work and passion for writing, providing a rich world of inspiration, appreciation, and delight.
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Norbert Kovacs
9/28/2016 07:03:28 pm
I believe truth emerges eventually in some form or other much as this poem suggests.
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